Yang Zhengshan was not anxious to go forward. Instead, he quietly observed the traces in the square.
This square had no array protecting it. It was covered in withered yellow leaves and dust, and the bluestone ground no longer showed its original appearance.
And that patch of blood looked extremely chaotic!
"These aren't traces left behind by martial artists fighting. They look more like the aftermath of an attack by strange beasts?"
"But the square in front of me is very open. It seems those strange beasts have already left!"
Yang Zhengshan thought to himself in his heart.
As he observed carefully, he also focused his mind and listened intently. Only after confirming that there was no movement around him did he slowly draw toward the Dharma Transmission Hall opposite him.
Although he felt there should be no other people or strange beasts here, he still maintained the utmost vigilance.
And as he approached the bloodstains over there, he saw many more traces on the ground.
"There wasn't just one person who died here. From the looks of it, I'm afraid there were a dozen or so!"
His expression changed slightly.
Just now, when he stood at a distance, he could only see the traces exposed outside. Only once he was entering and exiting did he discover that beneath the fallen leaves in front of him, there were actually dark-red bloodstains everywhere.
Looking at those patches of bloodstains covered by fallen leaves, Yang Zhengshan's heart suddenly gave a fierce thump.
All around him was silence. Apart from the faint sound of wind, there was not the slightest noise.
Ahead was the Dharma Transmission Hall. Behind him was the slope he had climbed up. On both sides were dense mountain forests.
Yang Zhengshan suddenly felt the atmosphere grow incomparably heavy, as